I started to wonder yesterday whether the rain event predicted by the weather bureau would really amount to much, but as today wore on, the rain kept on coming.
Though it’s easing now, the parched Sydney gardens have surely had a drink, and I guess the bushfire potential has taken a nosedive (at least for now).
Funny how we can be sweltering on a Spring Saturday and shivering on the Sunday (and Monday).
Rain on the River
On the other hand, the sound of rain on the roof is surely a pleasure!
This is where I’d like to be…..
And had it not been for Sydney’s predicted extreme weather, I would be….
Ron drove Chicki and me to the park gates earlier today, but that was as far as we got. The park had been closed to both vehicles and pedestrians…..
At that time, the temperatures were quite mild, and the wind not particularly strong. But this afternoon, it’s likely to be a different story.
Oh well, hopefully, tomorrow (in the cooler, showery weather), we’ll be allowed in to enjoy the sights, sounds, and smells of the bush and the river.
Where I’d Like to Be….
Yesterday, the rain….Today, the flood!
A bright sunny Sydney day; not a cloud in the sky. That’s what we awakened to this morning! So off we head to the local river baths.
But, alas, history repeats itself: the river is in flood. The turbid water creates a diminishing visibility of about two inches; after that, you can’t see anything save the brownness. I know: I poked a stick in to see.
Debris: mainly leaf litter, though interspersed with filthy scum, floats in clusters near the promenade. At high tide, the water level is about one foot above that predicted for normal conditions, and the temperature’s about four degrees lower.
So, I’ll be saying good-bye to swimming there for a week or more, until Mother Nature sanctions the clean-up. With dams now full to overflowing, we can only wonder when….
Yet, casting our minds back a few short years, we wondered when, and if, the heavy rains would ever come…..That’s nature for you, isn’t it?
Boy, did it rain!
It was nothing, here where I live, compared to the absolutely flooding deluge I’ve just seen on television that occurred in other parts of Sydney. Nevertheless, it was quite impressive.
It hammered on the roof, gushed down the window panes, washed onto the verandah. The front path, covered by several inches of cold clear water, led to an equally flooded nature strip, which squelched underfoot.
Visibility went right down, replaced by an all-engrossing sense of nature overwhelming us.
This is Australia: land of drought, land of flood!